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He glanced at me with wide eyes. “Well, I do, but I’m not going to tell you.”

“Why not?” I pretended to be taken aback.

“Because Ace would have my ass if I talked business with you.”

“How would he know?”

He only shook his head.

“Fine.” I set my cards on the coffee table and then stood.

“Where are you going?” His tone wavered.

“I think I’ll go dancing upstairs.”

He shot to his feet. “No—wait.”

I halted in front of the door with my back to him.

“James is in the hall and you won’t get past him,” he said.

“But it would look bad that I got past you, wouldn’t it?”

Three seconds passed.

“Fine.” It was a little boy growl.

A smile pulled on my lips.

“He’s dealing with the man that knocked up your sister.”

I went still, took a deep breath, and then headed straight for the minibar.

“You lost again.”

One game had turned into three, and Lucky was either lucky or I was just bad.

I sighed and tossed my cards on the coffee table, watching some scatter to the floor. I was on my third drink and my head felt the effects.

Nico had been gone for almost two hours and the worry gnawed at me. He told me I shouldn’t trust him, so how could I trust the promise he’d made me about Ryan?

“That’s two grand now,” Lucky said, smug.

I groaned in my mind. Russo boys were just as bad as Russo men.

“Two grand, huh?” The voice carried a dark edge.

Lucky shot to his feet for the third time that night. “Boss—”

“Enough.”

The kid shut his mouth.

Nico’s focus was on me as he walked into the room. Self-assurance seemed to brew under his skin, like he’d gone for a run and instead of perspiring, he sweat cool confidence. His mood was electric and affecting me like a contagion in the air.

“Get the fuck out, Lucky.” Nico’s voice held a sharp note as he unbuttoned his suit jacket. His cousin headed toward the door. “Leave your post again and I swear you’ll be unable to leave your bed for a week.”

Lucky said, “Yes, boss,” before shutting the door behind him.

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